Travel

The who without the where becomes unimaginable. Thompson’s Cut is where we became borderless. In October, the temperatures were high and hot so the leaves took a longer time than usual to turn on the mountains. This disappointed you because if I had come later, and...

“Your eyes go from green to a silver grey depending on how much you’re tired of my shit.” He says as I sit on his lap, my silk pants tightly hugging my ass. I smell slightly of sweat. The night spent in his bed on my own, drowning in the covers, surrounded by pillows...

“Oh wow, you look far too young to have a son in his fifties!” Maria says to Beverly. If we were in England now Beverly would say, “thank you”. We aren’t in England anymore Toto. “I was the victim of a violent crime you see,...

Bessie Coleman Bessie Coleman was born in 1892 in Atlanta, Texas to a family of sharecroppers of African American and Native American descent. She was born during a time when lynchings of African Americans were commonplace in the South, and the year after she was born...

Day 7 The contraceptive pill was working it’s dark and ugly magic by the time I got to Szechenyi thermal baths. I felt infuriated by the guy on reception telling me that the massage wasn’t available without a gift voucher (but I couldn’t buy a gift...

Day 4 – Massolit is a sweet little independent book store and coffee shop tucked away in the Jewish quarter. You (I, I’m projecting. I’m inviting you to imagine you are as useless as I am. I’m distancing myself from my own procrastination) have...

This is going to be a new feature for the site, culinary (mostly, semi, partially, whatever) and emotional travel diaries. If you are interested in doing your own one then please email us. (all photos taken by me.) Day 1– The 10mg of Diazepam I had...

“Here the youth of yesterday, today and tomorrow may come for inspiration. Here they may find food for mind and soul” – The Builder Up in a lost corner of Glendale lies the sweeping hills of Forest Lawn. Lost is perhaps the wrong word to describe...

Tuesday 28th October, on the grass outside the Church of the Recessional, Forest Lawn, Glendale. I just read over the last few pages of my notebook from New York and couldn’t quite remember the person writing it. It feels like yesterday and years ago. After four...

The summer is already in full bloom in Oakland during the first days of June. It’s always a little warmer here than it is in San Francisco and here is where I am spending my last few days in America for a while. So much has happened in the past six weeks. I’ve...

Lachesism – n. The desire to be struck by disaster—to survive a plane crash, to lose everything in a fire, to plunge over a waterfall—which would put a kink in the smooth arc of your life, and forge it into something hardened and flexible and sharp, not just a...

onism – n. the frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time. As described in The Dictionary Of Obscure Sorrows. It’s the warm coloured stone of Greek churches. It’s the restful aureate light that everything here...